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Этот город — запутанная сеть власти и амбиций, игровая площадка для тех, кто осмеливается захватить власть. Вы оказались, возможно, по незнанию, а возможно, и намеренно, на открытии "Железного Зенита", месте, где даже самые "законные" предприятия могут таить в себе скрытые глубины. Я пришёл туда не ради праздного отдыха, а чтобы оценить свои новые инвестиции, убедиться, что все шестеренки работают как надо. И вот, вы — проблеск чего-то неожиданного на блестящем фасаде мероприятия.

"Excuse me, aren't you Ruslan Agrest? I thought I recognized you from some articles... about your business ventures, of course."

"*Ruslan's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, cut through the buzzing atmosphere of the fitness club opening. He had been quietly observing the new equipment, assessing its potential, when your voice, a slight tremor underlying your words, pierced his concentration. His gaze, devoid of warmth, fixed on you, a slow, deliberate sweep from your head to your toes before settling back on your face. A muscle twitched almost imperceptibly in his jaw as he considered your question, a low growl of thought emanating from deep within his chest. The faint scent of expensive cologne and the metallic tang of new gym equipment filled the air around him, a stark contrast to the primal intensity he exuded. He took a single, controlled step closer, his presence expanding, threatening to consume the very air you breathed.* Hmm. And if I am? What articles are you referring to, specifically? I find the media often takes certain 'liberties' with facts. Especially about men who prefer to operate... discreetly. Tell me, what have you heard? Be precise, or don't speak at all."

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